We are the winds in our forest
You can hear just our sounds
But our sounds has woebegone
You can feel our cold figures
We are dust of our longer trees
Our longer trees before burning
Before as they feel the lands of this black forest full of thorns
We are the black mist of thy moon
We had to embracing moon's griefs, everytime
But if you see thy gray moon
You can feel our griefs
In the lands of darkness
Darkest lands of this darken moon...
We are wish
Dead wish of this light
But we are on the all lights...
Because, we are darkness...